Enemies felt like kin of mine, frenemy's are my killers, enemies are who I love so much, their envy's evident, there was no filler, a little knowledge that I pass on, keep your *** on those around you, cause the friends are the crooked ***** that like to see you stuck and always down you, see through the eyes right in that ***, because that filthy *** brings you trouble, see through the eyes of that snitching *****, because that snitching ***** is never humble, always be on guard towards those dumb retards, but be more open to your enemy, why do I sound like this, because I reminisce, how a frenemy was almost the end of me.